by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
‘Neurotics build castles in the sky, Psychotics live in them And Psychiatrists charge the rent.’ Cynics do not believe in them, Hypochondriacs die in them And Critics, sincerely, doubt them. Psychopaths kill for them, Obsessives want them And Advertisers...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Dying is easy, it is the living that is hard; A quick scratch of glass upon a pretty throat, A razor cutting deep into a slender forearm, The rope, the gas oven and that little bottle of pills. Dying is so easy, too easy; living is hard; You die a little each day, and...
by Alison Mitchell | Jul 17, 2006 | Poetry
Oh where do those big blue beautiful eyes go, when your not a one with me, Perhaps to your world of contentment where everything’s safe and sound, I wish for you to be in my world if only for just one day, It wasn’t to be, and what you’ve achieved has made so terribly...
by Chris Green | Jul 9, 2006 | Poetry
I am as I Asperger, One mind, one man. An alien in an alien world. I do as I ‘aut’ is my defined path. I, the great ‘I’, Alone, outside, Looking at people & never understanding emotions – 412 faces – I am blind. I need silence...
